"Mind Of Their Own"

Chapter 8 - Touch

Lemon!

Cumflation/stomach bulging, overstimulation(kinda), double penetration

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Nightmare hummed, walking into the dining room to sit down. Horror was waiting as he walked in, Error already sat down with Killer taking a seat next to Horror.

Nightmare sat down as Dust and Cross walked in, chatting casually.

Everyone settled down. After a long moment of pure silence, not counting the soft glitching from Error, Horror finally began eating-- which everyone took as a sign to begin.

The idle chatting also began. Snarky comments from Error, sneering comments or teasing jokes from Killer, casual replies from Horror and Dust, and nervous additions from Cross.

Nightmare kept to himself. He had his own thing he was worrying about.

Recently, his tentacles had started to get much more.. invasive with their touching. Sliding along his inner thighs, running slickly up his pelvis, tugging his pelvis.

And their touching had gotten even worse today.

Today, his tentacles were intent at keeping hidden in his clothes and toying with his pelvis. He had steadily gotten used to it, his body now deeming it only a bit irritating.

Yet when he began eating, he felt his tentacles curl around his pelvis. He avoided eye contact completely, barely glancing up while his tentacles worked away.

Firm touches, which made his back arch slightly as he felt his toes curl gently.

He could feel part of his body form at the firmness. All day, it had been soft grazing. Not a complete touch. Yet now they decided to up their teasing.

Nightmare pressed his thighs around the tentacles toying with his entrance. He abruptly stood up and blurted out, "I have to get something!"

He felt eyes turn to him, yet he didn't complete the thought. He just hurried out, his face burning.

He just about collapsed at his door, yet managed to get into the room and lock the door behind him.

He whined as he felt firm touches to his clit, slowly rubbing. He fell to the ground and looked down with his face bright blue.

He saw the bulge of a tentacle pressing against his pants, more firmer every second. He gasped as his pants tore underneath the pressure.

He sputtered, staring as his tentacles tore through his pants and propped his thighs wide open.

He gave a small cry of pleasure as one of his tentacles plunged into his entrance, wriggling it's way in and stretching him. He moaned, leaning against the door behind him as another tentacle joined the first.

He could feel every inch. Every inch that dived deeper into him, stretching him wider and wider, he could feel.

He covered his mouth, whining quietly and squirming.

He felt and heard his pants tear more, and soon a tentacle began groping his ass as he was bent over.

He could feel his tentacles exploring more at the new position, soon dragging another cry of pleasure from him as they pressed into a new spot inside him.

His tentacles worked away at him, the one on his ass squeezing roughly. He felt a tentacle push into the hole, dragging a cry of absolute bliss from his throat.

He whimpered and moaned, getting rocked back and forth as his tentacles thrusted in sync smoothly.

He tried to stiffle his noises as his tentacles plunged deeper inside him. Stretching and moving.. twitching.. gods, he could feel every last bit of it.

It drove him mad.

He felt a knot slowly form in his stomach, tightening and tightening.. tighter as he was pushed closer to the edge.. one more thrust--

He moaned out as he felt his tentacles twitch madly, something being forced into him. He could feel the thick substance fill him in one, quick thrust. That just shoved him over the edge. He let out a cry of absolute bliss as he came.

He quivered as he felt his tentacles pull out slowly. He took a moment to breathe and then sat up, taking off his pants to get something else that wasn't torn.

He was startled when he was pressed down. He jolted as new tentacles arched up from his goop, wasting no time and positioning to plunge deep inside him.

It was going to be a long night.

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Nightmare was laying on his bed, panting and trembling as his tentacles cleaned him off with a washcloth the best they could.

His thighs felt sticky and his stomach seemed to bulge with the strain of the 'cum' inside him. He was absolutely exhausted and didn't fight one bit as his tentacles struggled to clean him off.

He didn't try and do anything, too tired and weak. What else could he do?

He perked up slightly as one of his tentacles cradled his head gently, rubbing his cheek softly. He smiled softly and relaxed completely to the gentle touch.

Nightmare rolled over as he hugged the tentacle cradling his skull. He felt oddly calm.

It almost felt.. nice, perhaps.